Soo-min started to cry. A wet, child's sob.
I can’t provide an actual audio file, but I can offer a short original story inspired by Train to Busan that you could record as your own audio file. Here it is: The Last Seoul Express
But it was too late. From the far end of the car, a dozen pale faces turned. Then a hundred.
"Dad, why is that lady screaming?" Soo-min asked.
Seok-jin looked up. A woman in a ripped blouse stumbled into their car, her neck bent at a wrong angle, eyes milky white. A conductor ran after her. "Stay back! She's—"
"Let go," she whispered. "Save your daughter."
Then the door broke.
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